Forget You Not

 Forget you not I want  my sweet I want to forget you not
For you are my star in the dark sky above
The distances between us, I owe you love, life and everything in between
Even the midnight prayer says not much for me, agnostic I'll be
For I pray not at the touch of midnight I pray not much my believe I have lost
I've lost the believe you see..Even those street lamps not so important as I see.
With that mere dim light is not such a part of the story, between us
The little pains you've left with me.. I want not those little pains of yours
Cause pain hurts,  I'd rather owe you those little pleasures
Pleasures that we'd often shared, pleasured between you and me
Like the strings of my guitar as I strum away playing some little tune
Fluttering like a butterfly as I go from A to G plucking a tune for you..for me
I'd rather you play my strings happily by..playing a lullaby
A poet may need his little pains I know the feeling so well by and by
But the poet in me can cope not with the pain, can cope not, it's in vain
The artist needs to feel what he paints like the singer needs to feel what he sings
Even if he's heart's breaking awfully low constricting one's flow
Choking in his throat as his tears seems to unbidden flow
So forget you I want not the pains almost killing me
the tightness in my heart, I want not to forget you
Those lovely guys around mean absolutely not to me
But I like to sit at the coffee shop the aroma so heady one can smell it a distance away
Listening to the music in the twilight of the city its glorious lights and music
Like those characters walking the streets..listening tapping their feet in tempo.
As I started writing looking at them and smile I feel so complete
That's so hard to break from the crowd completely.
I love sketching on a canvas the faces half in shadows, the shades,
Shades of light shadows of dark, like the light on your lips
Wanting to interminably kiss endlessly, your lips your mouth your eyes
So far as not only poetry not, intermingling the sigh's loving to kiss, to kiss
Beauty, not all a woman possesses not just something pretty to look at                                                   She also has a mind a logical mind, forgetting not she has a soul a heart                                               That can break but in my mind my minds am free to walk by the river
Alone completely fearing not that he..
The river's mine and give, to him I shall, I shall give it to he,
The melancholy in your eyes I love to see, I love to see the seduction in he
As I write intermingling and writing again, playing with words until its right in my mind  
Men come and go through time once more there stands he
His eyes so bright he's hair dishevelled his lips moist full of dew
I could resist not but kiss you, a word he could not utter
As he running, all the way..I invited him sit down and a coffee I did offer
Sitting easy now looking at him, and forgetting not
When love walked in. 
         
                                 Connie James.